The little emperor just laughed, and decided that a person like Jun Zui would not do such a thing, but what she didn't expect was that Jun Zui raised his eyes to look at her, and his face was calm: "The courtier's medical skills are okay." ”

The smug smile on the little emperor's face froze.

Jun Zui looked at her quietly, and then reached out and picked her up.

Such a posture of being held in her arms makes her particularly vulnerable, how can the little emperor who has long been accustomed to being an emperor who is not the only one to say anything bear it?

She frowned and struggled for a moment, then spoke with a hint of warning, "Put me down." ”

Jun Zui is strong in martial arts, her words have not yet fallen, Jun Zui has already entered the house, Shi Shiran put the little emperor in his arms on the bed, and then bowed respectfully: "Offend the emperor, please forgive the emperor." ”

Hearing him say this, the face of the little emperor who had just been offended finally rejuvenated.

She regained her dignity as an emperor, pursed her lips and said, "It's okay." ”

After that, when she wanted to continue to say something, Jun Zui looked at her with a pair of indifferent eyes: "The emperor's feet are okay?" ”

The little emperor was stunned, and then laughed dryly: "Naturally, it's good." ”

Hearing her say this, Jun Zui laughed: "It's better to be careful if you hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days." ”

After that, he half-knelt in front of the bed and looked up at the little emperor in front of him: "Help the emperor take a look at the injury." ”

The little emperor wanted to refuse, but the always strict and upright prime minister knelt in front of her at this time, his eyes were gilded with tenderness by candlelight, and she couldn't shake her head.

In the end, the little emperor covered his eyes and let out a low "um".

Covering his eyes and not seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Chuijin could only feel him gently remove his shoes and socks.

The rounded toes shrank unconsciously.

Her feet were more beautiful than the books were written, and her nails were like pink shells, curled up slightly at this time, more like pearls.

Jun Zui held her small feet and did not speak.

The little emperor waited for a long time, and finally sneaked a peek through his fingers: "You ......"

She wanted to speak and stopped, and Jun Zui gently touched her ankle with his hand, and asked gently, "Does it hurt?" ”

There is some redness and swelling in the ankle, but it should not hurt the muscles and bones.

"No......" The little emperor paused, turned his head, opened his eyes and lied: "It hurts." ”

Jun drunk raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled dumbly.

He gently covered the red and swollen area with his palm and rubbed it gently.

This time it really hurts, the little emperor turned his head and frowned: "Hey...... Hey, it hurts, it hurts. ”

Jun drunk couldn't help but hook his lips, and the strength in his hand slowed down a lot.

The room was silent, and the little emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

I haven't seen him for so long, but he is no different from before, but the prime minister in the court is decisive, and after removing the burden of the prime minister, his whole person is like a carved jade, showing a warm luster.

Jun Zui raised his head after giving her a living blood: "It's okay, it's ...... cultivation"

Two pairs of eyes met unexpectedly.

Suddenly, Jun Zui only felt that his breathing was slow.

The atmosphere became eerie and charming for a while.

At this moment, there was a knock at the gate, and at the same time, there was an anxious voice shouting at the door: "Jun Gongzi!" The prince opened the door, and the ministers ...... I, I'm the ...... of the Six Divisions"

The voice was muffled.

The two men in the room looked away at the same time.

Jun Zui stood up: "I'll go open the door." ”

With that, he turned around and walked out of the house without looking back.